Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Lalann,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.